Wednesday, 5 September 2007

Centaurs




Its been a while since my mythology obsessed days but theres still some of the lore lurking in dark corners of my mind. :) So recently when it just so happened that the topic of centaurs came up, I dug around my mind and also did some reading. Here's some stuff I found about these fantastic liminal creatures.

Centaurs

In Greek mythology, the Centaurs (Greek: Κένταυροι) are a race of creatures composed of part human and part horse. In early Attic vase-paintings, they are depicted with the torso of a human joined at the (human's) waist to the horse's withers, where the horse's neck would be.

This half-human and half-animal composition has led many writers to treat them as liminal beings, caught between the two natures, embodied in contrasted myths, and as the embodiment of untamed nature, as in their battle with the Lapiths, or conversely as teachers, like Chiron.

The most common theory holds that the idea of centaurs came from the first reaction of a non-riding culture, as in the Minoan Aegean world, to nomads who were mounted on horses. The theory goes that such riders would appear as half-man, half-animal. (Bernal Díaz del Castillo reported that the Aztecs had this misapprehension about Spanish cavalrymen.)

Centaurs have been made quite famous today in books, movies and games like Harry Potter, Narnia, Artemis Fowl, The Golden Voyage of Sindbad, Xena: Warrior Princess, Guild Wars and Age of Mythology. How much of what is depicted of them is true; is a question. The characters here are based on the age old centaurs but moulded to fit into the expectation of the author. Some of the qualities attributed to them are not very true.

A centaur is one of the symbols associated with the Delta Lambda Phi National Social Fraternity. Whereas centaurs in Greek mythology were generally symbolic of chaos and unbridled passions, DLP's centaur is modelled after Chiron and represents honour, moderation and tempered masculinity.

Chiron

Chiron or Cheiron, in Greek mythology was held as the superlative centaur among his brethren. Centaurs were notorious for being overly indulgent drinkers and carousers, given to violence when intoxicated, and generally uncultured. Chiron, by contrast, was intelligent, civilized and kind. He was known for his knowledge and skill with medicine. A great healer, astrologer, and respected oracle, the last remaining centaur, most revered as a teacher and tutor. Chiron tutored a lot of famous heroes including Achilles and Jason - Captain of the Argonauts.

His nobility is further reflected in the story of his death as Chiron sacrificed his life, allowing humanity to obtain the use of fire. He was honoured with a place in the sky, for the Greeks as the constellation Sagittarius, and in modern times represented by the constellation of the southern hemisphere, Centaurus.

Constellation Centaurus

The Milky Way as seen from the Earth is at its densest as it passes through Sagittarius, as this is where the galactic center lies. Consequently, Sagittarius contains many star clusters and nebulae.

In mythology Sagittarius is often associated with the mythological figure of Chiron. Sagittarius is also associated with the Greco-Roman god Zeus/Jupiter and sometimes the goddess Tyche/Fortuna and the Norse god Thor.

Centaur is also -

A minor planet whose orbit around the Sun lies typically between the orbits of Jupiter and Neptune (5 to 30 AU), though it may extend inward almost as far as Mars (as in the case of Damocles, of the Damocloid family) or outward beyond Neptune (as in the case of 1995SN55, which ranges out to about 40 AU). Because centaurs cross the orbits of one or more of the giant outer planets, they are also known as outer planet crossers.

The orbits of the centaurs are dynamically unstable due to interactions with the giant planets, so they must be objects in transition from a large, outer reservoir of small bodies, believed to be the Kuiper belt, to potentially active, comet-like inner solar system objects. Known sizes range from a few tens to a few hundreds of kilometers across, though there are doubtless many smaller ones awaiting discovery. Their composition is probably intermediate between that of comets and ordinary asteroids; indeed, the first object to be called a centaur, Chiron, is now also classified as a comet following the discovery of a coma around it.

Reference – My Mind and Wikipedia

Wednesday, 1 August 2007

Back in Bangalore...

It's been a while since I posted here. Sorry...

Got back home a few months ago but was just too spaced out to say anything. :) All fine and the trip was great. 8 months and 8000 km stolen from life. ;)

Oh! I know lots of people have asked for write-ups and snaps. I'll do them, I promise but just not right now :)

Life's good as of now and I'm off to enjoy the space a bit more :D

Cheers

A feast for the eyes...

It’s been ages since I saw a gorgeous man, the kind your eyes feast on and just can't get enough of, until...

I saw him from the bus window on my way home standing at the bus stand laughing. It was the sound of his laughter that first made me turn to look and from there on I just couldn't take my eyes off him.

He stood there with a smile playing about his lips and a sparkle in his eye that seemed to light up the world around him. As I sat watching and drinking him in with my eyes, I had a smile playing gently on my lips too. I wondered if he would get on the same bus and he did. He did!!

I was thrilled with my choice of seat once he settled in coz it gave me an unobstructed view of him. I could watch to my hearts content and yet not be caught staring.

Let me describe him for you (am not very good at this but I'll try). He had the skin tone of just the right shade of coffee, neither black nor milky but just the right strength. My kind of coffee :D. A wide forehead with wavy black hair that just hinted at the receding due soon. His nose was beautiful and called for attention. Mind you it wasn't large or pointed and yet neither was it small or podgy. And well shaped cheek bones that showed laugh lines.

As I sat watching he seemed to be smiling secretly and his eyes, oh, they had a life of their own. They had this mischievous sparkle that made you wonder what was going on in his mind. And his lips added to the mischief. Thin and well shaped they were inviting with an outline of a well maintained moustache.

I dragged my eyes away from his face and looked at the rest of him. He had a well toned body which showed muscle and yet no bulges. A lean mean body! His fingers were slim and shapely, the nails cut at the right length and palms clean.

This was one of those rare journeys where I didn't reach out for my book and spent my journey gazing at him. It was with great reluctance that got up to leave at my stop.

As I got off I hoped to see him again and so looked up for a bus number but there was no number just details saying it went from Majestic to Devanahalli and didn't allow usage of the pass for travel. I did get the bus reg. number though – KA 01 FA 828. Now it shouldn't be too difficult, should it; I just have to make sure I travel by this bus. After all he drove the bus; there would be no missing him. ;)

Wednesday, 2 May 2007

The Muslim Issue

*** The below piece may not be appreciated by some people, I'd like them to know that I don't care. This is what I think and well if you think otherwise you are entitled to you're ideas too :) All religious groups mentioned below are not in capitals coz I don't think these groups are important, what I think is important is the religious ideas which seem to have got lost over centuries in each religion ***

Some years ago while at college I had had an argument with friends over Islam and Muslims and it had left me fuming. There was no one to discuss the topic with then without getting even more upset and hence I had sat down to write and vent it all out. (The article I wrote then is added right at the end.) It helped, but this whole 'Muslim Issue' was not to be resolved so easily; it’s been resurfacing regularly through the years.
I am not a staunch muslim though I believe in Islam just as I believe in all other religious ideas. I am a muslim by chance and not choice. Asked to choose a religion I guess i will never be able to make up my mind, all religions seem just as important and just as loaded with pros and cons.
However, a while ago I noticed that something said about muslims made me jittery and unhappy. I started to wonder if it was just thing muslim thing that upset me and started observing myself. Well, it’s not only muslim but also any other kind of religious biases that upsets me. So, thankfully am still neutral.
Though muslims seem to be at the receiving end of this bias more then other religions. Why this is so I guess I will leave for another day. But it is so and its so in you're face its difficult to ignore it. Most often people don't realise that am muslim and its not nice to hear some of those things that are said.
Oh yeah... quite a bit is said, ranging from being called that/those muslims to saying that muslims do everything in the opposite way. Anyway recently I was travelling through coorg and chickmaglur and had to live with a lot of talk of that muslim man is so difficult and these muslims you how they are…
It filled me with so much frustration coz I have hardly heard the same kind of grouping done with any other religion. How often have you heard of this hindu fellow or that christian man or any such religion discrimination. All I’m asking for is to stop defining someone by their religion, what defines them is their beliefs (not ones imparted by religion), their values, their personality... Grow up; get over these petty childish biases.
**** This goes for all muslims too ***

--------------An Article I wrote sometime in 2000--------------

" They are all bloody Pakistan-living SOB's" was how someone I knew described Muslims. Why should we Muslims be treated this way? What have we done wrong? Where have we gone wrong? And tell me why should we love Pakistan when there are other Muslim countries that are much better off? We aren't the only minority; there are also the Christians. Why aren't they called America-loving people or something like that?
Most of the Muslims I know are anti-Pakistan, which is completely understandable, for first of all Pakistan is not the best Muslim country in each and every way, a much better choice would be Kuwait. Second all that Pakistan is doing is disgusting (I am sure even the Pakistanis are disgusted) and thirdly even thought it is a Muslim country, it does not treat Muslims well. The few who are for Pakistan are so because they are pretty uneducated, they do not know the way Pakistan treats Muslims and to add to this the way they are treated by some people in India gives them the illusion of finding peace and acceptance in Pakistan.
Did u know that the people who decided to move to Pakistan at the time of partition are treated like outsiders there? They are called "Mujahids", they belong in Pakistan but still are not complete Pakistanis. They have lived there for 50 years but still cannot call it their home. And the Muslims in India have lived here for years and consider it their one and only home.
A lot of soldiers in the Indian army are Muslims and they never think twice, never put religion before nationality when they lay down their lives for India. In the recent Kargil war there were so many Indian soldiers who lost their lives, no one told them that hey you shouldn't give your life for this country. Why is it right to be Indian when there is trouble and a for-Pakistan otherwise?
So many of our film industry people are Muslims, why don't we have a prejudice when we like them? Why do the Khans have such a great fan following? Why do we hum all the songs of Muhammed Rafi and the like, they're Muslims afterall? And let's not forget some of the best lyricists are Muslims? And gazals, which are a favorite of so many people, has its origins somewhere in Islam.
Some of the best instrumentalists are Muslims, and Zakir Hussain and the others are proud to be Indians.
There are so many great Muslims who are Indians and all of them put their country before their religion, and talking about people who have contributed towards the progress of India how can we forget Abdul Kalam who was the person behind India becoming a nuclear power. So it's plain dumb and stupid to say that Indian Muslims are more for Pakistan then India. And hey next time any of u want to say Muslims are not a part of India remember, Muslims also have had a major roll to play in making India what it is today.

Monday, 27 November 2006

Love – a commodity?

A thought struck me and I wondered about it. I thought of love and the human search for it. All of us have a picture of it in our minds, how it should be, what the person should be like, look like, what they should do, what they shouldn’t do, what quantities they should have…
It’s like the world is a supermarket and we are looking for that item of our choice. We know what we want and either wait until we find it or some will try out products that come close to their requirements to see if it satisfies.
Sometimes the product has its own criteria of use and in such cases either you have to let go of the product or pretend to be able to fulfill the criteria.
However most people will not settle for anything but the product they want. But then there also are those which will just live with what they have because they can’t afford the other or it’s not available or the supermarket doesn’t have an exchange policy.
Yeah, Love is a commodity too.

Friday, 24 November 2006

‘Dor’

I watched 'Dor' today. As always Nagesh Kukunoor has done a good job. The story of two women and their different lives in two corners of India and yet they are tied together by the strings of circumstance. An amazing insight into a woman’s life with its joys and challenges. Only a woman can want revenge for the pain caused and yet forgive with a pure heart.

And as always it set me thinking. I associated a lot with Zeenat; the self made woman, a rebel who follows her heart. She's fought for all she has and in the process become a force to reckon with. This isn’t just something about Zeenat every woman has this in her. Just that most women keep it behind closed doors of their minds and hearts.

A woman, every woman is powerful, loving, caring, kind, generous and yet someone you don't want to slight. It’s rightly said that women have immense capability and brilliance when it come to revenge. All this comes from the tolerance of a woman. She is the birth-given and in the process endures pain that would bring great heroes to their knees. But this is not the end of the pain; she has her crosses to bear for life, as a daughter, wife and mother. In each role she needs to give so much more then she will get. Even after she gives so much she put to the test every time, constantly asked to prove herself.

But there are women who break free, who have the courage to question society’s norms and the will to walk their own path. Those who have opened the doors of the mind and heart. Those who listen to their heart, walk the path of the heart and along the way touch so many lives, enriching and encouraging them.

Thursday, 23 November 2006

Striving for Permanence

A few days earlier I was chatting with a friend who asked me when I would return. I replied in good humour that I would return when I felt I was missed enough, to which he said that wouldn’t happen; what would happen though was that I would be forgotten and then remembered once in a while.

Today as I sat garnishing some dish in the kitchen my thoughts returned to that conversation. At that time I hadn’t given it much thought but now I saw the conversation in a new light. It struck me that nothing is permanent, everything is so transitory.

We as a race strive for permanence; its seen in our fixation with buildings, monuments, artifacts, recording of history, … , even the fact that we want to make it big in life, do something great only to be remembered. Yet we are here on earth only in transit maybe.

The world is like a transit lounge at an airport where while waiting for a flight you may notice people walk past, briefly remember expressions, bear in mind for a little longer that cute guy/gal, retain parts of a conversation you had with the person sitting next to you and maybe remember him/her. But all of this gets stored away to be recalled someday, when a thought is triggered but even then its just momentary. And just as everyone else is just a flash in our memory we may be the same in theirs.

No one will remember you forever or even all of their life, at some point you will be moved to the archive section of the mind. No one includes parents, siblings, children, spouse and best friends. Out of sight will soon be out of mind.

And yet we make every effort towards permanence not realizing that the future does not matter, what matters is this moment for it is all you have. Everything we do is aimed at a distant future. We take loans to build houses for a safe tomorrow, we saved all our money for a rainy tomorrow, we make huge investments for a bright tomorrow, send our kids to expensive schools for their classy tomorrow... In this race for tomorrow we seem to forget today. Tomorrow all these buildings may crumble, our libraries may rot, currencies and investments may disintegrate, we may perish but if we’ve lived each moment completely we would have lived life.

It does not matter who remembers me once am gone, it doesn’t even matter who remembers me while am here, for people come and go, that’s the way of life but what does matter is whether am satisfied with how I have lived my life. For in the end the only one who will remember me is me and that also maybe impermanent.